Events Poems - Poems about Events

( A university-life vignette) It’s Saturday morning. Lisa, Leong and I were in the common area, lazing about. “This is what happened to us (Lisa and I) last night.” I said, beginning to explain last night's trauma to Leong. “We were at the event and it was dead and empty—there was just another couple there. It...

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Since you have been gone A lot of water has passed under the bridge A mixed bag of events have occurred Leaving behind earth-shaking calamities Difficult to quantify As confusion like whirlwind Keeps spreading and threatening The very fabric of National Cohesion Nobody knows what to believe anymore As looters of our commonwealth Keep spewing...

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Busy Monday Energy rise Start for work. Tuesday, Wednesday A bit too tired Need exercise. Thursday, Friday Gas up, refuel Recharge once more. Run Saturday Mall afternoon Sunday's all mass....

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I guess I had the looks the charm and charisma to attract the sort of girl who lacked a character when kindness is seen as flirtation obsession does occur in one moment you showed more than any man’s shown her so much so she now believes there must be an attraction starved of any follow...

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The 2nd Trump Presidency Begins To express my own Whitmanesque "barbaric yawp", constrained by internal (and external) barriers, mentally constipated, I merely mutter, feel pressures steadily mounting. Hesitant, I expel grunts and breaths -- disinhibit streams of consciousness, encourage verbal fluidity, ease the heaviness I feel, the weight upon my chest. I breathe deeply. Physiological processes require tiring conscious effort. I decide to be calm, to...

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Ashes, Ashes, Flames all around And remnants of our lives are scattered Upon the crackling, smoking ground. Our hopes and dreams buried in the rumble, Lost are the things that we thought measured our lives. Nothing left but our memories. It cuts like a knife. We trusted our treasure, our futures, our dreams Into the hands of a criminal who is...

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With folded hands, I ask for forgiveness, For the things I did wrong, or you did not like, There is nothing wrong with this realization, It makes me strong and decisive in life. In the daily chores, the daily grind starts with dawn, On the way to work, infuriate many people as I try to...

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An American perspective on domestic and world events, in no particular order SCOTUS rules that Trump’s immune China flies the spy balloon Starship booster landing glee J. Assange is walking free Bergdorf, Neiman join Saks Our Secret Service sucks Russia swaps her jailed spies Alexei Navalny dies Mitch McConnell’s stepping down “Boris” causes Europe drown Biden cancels loan debt Hunter’s pardoned by his dad Hezbollah - beheaded...

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afternoon says bye night announces its arrival roses sway on branch...

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Tide brings a sad story Tale of hope and fury Taciturn taxi driver gives a laugh Task amend a rogue cop Teacher-officer teach a plebe Tear a heart turn to grave Text a crying mother for a help Tame a bully child to a sheep....

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I (Samson wannabe) feel aghast at latest turn of events regarding Gaza Omnipresent grief and horror abounds toward ceaseless killing fields impossible mission for me to summon forth fading magic powers since Delilah imposter hashtagged, (and subsequently outed) as a mortal (know your) enemy, - nevertheless became the love of my life - (sent by complicit Philistine officials to entice me) nearly found yours truly inveigled,...

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Theres a volume out now on everyday life, by an ex border Patroller and its 'all about the strife' of whats happening in Chicago? where Al was chased and taxed, theres invasion it says' and The limits are all out-maxed..!It talks of replacement of A city's black souls, yet three billion dollars earmarked for venezualens 'in the hold?' of...

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This just in from our local news team: A nun was detained by two students after class and forced to drink a dry martini. The students, John Peterson and Shirley Kemper (who wish to remain anonymous) said they began to ask the nun, Sister Alowiscious ( known on the inside...

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We are going to dig to bury our dead: Mother, father, sisters and brothers, Uncles, aunts, friends and strangers. We are going to inter our dead: Archbishop, pastors, Houngans and vicars. The altar boys in a row are profusely bleeding. The cracked crucifixes are lying on the benches. They weep, suffer and are all almost naked. Oh! They breathe like humans in agony; Things,...

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We get to see you rise, step on the cold floor When the clock strikes five in the dark. Your cell goes gaga over nothing, you lie next to our lot, begging attention. When the lily in your garden and the mynah Over the sill shows up, your sleep spent, You look at the mirror to get a fresh impression...

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